Chapter Three
Ransom
Lubbock, Texas – May 11th
Weird noises met my ears as I entered my grandfather’s bedroom suite. The first room, much like a living room and filled with leather furnishings, was empty. The door on the far wall led to his bedroom. Behind that, I heard what sounded like Darth Vader-breathing.
Giving the door a knock, I asked, “Grandad, you in there?”
After some shuffling sounds, the door opened. And there stood a young woman wearing lilac scrubs. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come back later. Mr. Whitaker is doing his breathing treatment at the moment. Give us thirty minutes, please.” Then she just closed the damn door in my face.
I knocked again then twisted the doorknob to find it locked. “What the f**k?”
Spinning on my heel when I heard footsteps behind me, I found
